Fisher woke up just as the sky was beginning to brighten. Outside, a thin layer of morning mist had risen over Dragon Tail Island, intertwining with the sleeping citizens of Ideal Country below and the dissipating scent of alcohol, creating an indistinct, dreamlike morning.
And indeed it felt that way; to Fisher, last night was a night filled with madness, a dream not fully awakened even by the morning light.
Last night...
When Fisher's consciousness arrived at this enchanting concept, he first felt a refreshing clarity, followed by an unprecedented sense of nostalgia and longing. Normally, after satisfying his bodily desires, he would regain his rationality, but for some reason, with Helair, these thoughts emerged.
It truly was Helair's fault.
As he became aware, he instinctively searched for the whereabouts of the evil angel, but almost immediately realized her presence before he even moved.
